BOOK DESCRIPTION An Homage is being paid to 17th. Century Poet, John Donne, And included are excerpts From his poetry which are Worked into the book; Enhancing each poem. In many instances, The author has taken The liberty to modernize His words. |
JOHN DONNE Born sometimes between January and June 1572 When Elizabethan England was thriving. Born into a Catholic family which At the time was very dangerous. One ancestor was Sir Thomas More. Donne was educated by the Jesuits. He abandoned it and became ordained Into the Church of England in January 1615, And became Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral in 1621. In 1602 his marriage to Anne More was discovered, He was dismissed from his employment and imprisoned. In 1617, Anne died in childbirth with their 12th or 13th child. "Anne, a woman most choice, most beloved and most loving, A wife dear and most chaste, a mother most pious, Dutiful, self-sacrificing, and indulgent." He was at her death, dolore infans, by grief made wordless. John Donne died in 1631, after writing and leaving the world With much written word, though that was not his intent. To him I give An Homage, for he has truly inspired me. REMEMBER Modern Japanese Senryu Poem 'Tis better to do something And make a mistake Than to do nothing THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY MOTTO |
TO JOHN DONNE Ben Jonson: From Johnson's Works, 1616 Donne, the delight of Phoebus, and each Muse, Who, to thy one, all other braines refuse; Who's every work, of thy most early wit, Came forth example and remains so, yet: Longer a knowing, than most wits doe live; And which no'n affection praise enough can give! To it, thy language, letters, arts, best life, Which might with halfe mankind maintain a strife; All which I mean(t) to praise, and, yet, I would; But leave, because I cannot, as I should! ~~~~~~~~~~ MAUNDERINGS of a dead sage Slowly gleam across my page. I read many; some read them all. Some thoughts appall. I will freely admit, I'm sure you will too, That some actually inspire me To write a bit better too. I am not at loss To say that fact; No loss for me at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ HOW MANY rules can I break, And, still make the mistake Called writing poetry? Looks like a winner to me! Write the rhyme and write it right, Doesn't matter if it's heavy or light. The words erode not As perfectly the flow goes; Punctuate, Leave out hate, Saturate With words like great. Early or late; Bend the rules They do not break; Oh, I have written some poetry! Look at me; I am old and I am gray, Did not think I had much to say, Yet, I have just written some poetry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ IF HE SAYS LOVE HE LIES If he says true, he lies, well of course he does, The same is true if he says love. Homage to: A Lame Beggar: by John Donne I am unable, younder beggar cries, To stand, or move; if he says true, he lies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALWAYS TO TAKE HEED OF LOVING ME An Homage to John Donne Love then hate me, please do, do what you have to do! Perhaps your love is greater than what I can do? Now take heed, and take it well, hating me will chance hell; Have your conquest, be a conqueror and live well. I forbade you in the beginning to take heed in loving me; These extremes shall neither heart prove; so love me. Excerpt from the Book: JOHN DONNE: AN HOMAGE TO By Jean Elizabeth Ward 2006 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ HOMAGE TO JOHN DONNE By Jean ELizabeth Ward Multi yellowed clouds Beyond the trout fed river Upon golden sands -- ~*~ Come live with me and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. There will the river whispering run Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun. And there th'inamored fish will stay, Begging themselves they may betray. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ POEM FROM THE BOOK CONFINED LOVE UNCONFINED Inspired by Poem: Confined Love by John Donne I believe good will always possess, But doth not waste with greediness. I believe fair houses are built, And set amongst trees, Only to be enjoyed in peace. Space ships are rigged To fly beyond and return; Hopefully -- not to fall and burn. The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars shine bright, And are bidden and blessed for their light. Yet there will always be men who are unworthy, Who are false and weak, filthy and earthy, With pain upon their shoulders, And shame in their hearts, Set apart -- not from the animals, With dominion over none, -- And -- I still believe that a true love Will always choose the right one. ~~~~~~~ All poetry copyrighted and in book online at www.iUniverse.com |



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